| I know you heard, know you heard
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| I know you niggas heard
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| Know you heard, know you heard
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| I know you bitches heard
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| Know you heard, know you heard
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| I know you all heard
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| What what what what what what what what!
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| Tell me you heard!
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo pull that nigga over, snatch the nigga out the Rover
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| Dat dat dat, gun shots all over
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| And I wasn’t there, but if I was
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| There’d been a lot more gun shots goin off then they was
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| So, tell 'em hoes to fix they wig
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| You see my stomach all round, my dick all big
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| And my guns come mixed like Robin kids
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| N.O. |
| fuck ya wife, snatch ya ice
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| And my coke come white, like Barkley wife
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| Can’t stand how, these niggas be frontin
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| Dumpin off 8 shots, ain’t hurtin nuttin
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| And who gives a fuck bout, who’s spirits is better?
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| As long as my shit is dope when I put it together
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| Me and Swizz with another one, hot forever
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| And you can call Violator, for show that you whoof
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| I like a Swizz beat, shit already come with a hook, it go Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it’s hope sittin, motherfuckers know me Everytime I drop an album, niggas O.D.
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| Though I send slugs at ya, and ruin your day
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| Your like «man there’s holes in me, it won’t go away»
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| And I’ma straight sergeon, I’ll change ya face up You’ll have no ear, when I lace ya shape up Cause really N.O., I don’t fuck with niggas
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| And if you even met me, you just a lucky nigga
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| Niggas always talk about how much jewels they got
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| But nigga I talk guns, that’s usually hot
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| And 9 times out of 10 they gon usually pop
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| It’s like herpes, it won’t go away, it stay hot
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| Man, I be spittin like these niggas is dead
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| Cause I’ma get my money, these niggas is dead
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| So what, I be hype, I be ready to buc
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| From the closet, I keep my fuckin gear in the truck, it go Yo, yo, yo, got the Lap Truck, tell them hoes to lap up Hit me on the 2-way, my phone is tapped up Matta fact, don' |
| t even hit me, it's too much low
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| But if ya hit me on the pager, then use them codes
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| I got the feds on me, I’m supplying the coke
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| And don’t flash no money, I act tight broke
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| Cause man, I’m in this game with somethin to prove
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| Only been a hood tour, no smoke to groove
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| I was on a record label that loved to loose
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| No promotions, lucky when we hit the news
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| Beef, it don’t bother us, we got God with us Rip some pieces of niggas, we got 'Card with us Man, Swizz’d drop it, I’m ready to do it
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| Don’t think a nigga nice, these niggas is stupid
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| Man, signed a deal, rap’d sell
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| And these niggas straight gay, these niggas is squeel, it go |
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